Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.